#Turbo Conversion

[nocternalrandomness]

Basler BT-67 at Oshawa Executive Airport, Ontario

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Lanzante Porsche 935, 2024. Porsche launched a track-only, 2nd-generation 935 at the Rennsport Reunion in 2019, based on the 911 GT2 RS, 77 examples were built. They were powered by a 3.8-litre flat-six twin turbo, generating 700bhp. British company Lanzante were approached by 2 owners enquiring about converted their track only supercars for road use. And thus at the Goodwood Festival of Speed last week the cars were presented in road legal form. Work included fitting slim headlights and a handbrake, as well as work on the electronics system and suspension to make them better suited to road use.

[badbugbotblood]

TIL that my propensity for making squeaking/chirping sounds does, indeed, fall under vocal stimming

[myceliumbean]

Boris putting on his default bored expression watching Leland pacing back and forth trying to come up with an explanation for the whole "He survived and is now working with Zil on tracking the Lemons" thing to both Finn and Siddeley is the most hilarious scene I've thought of for the Agents AU so far

Got to think of some cute (and maybe too cute) stories about how Boris knew Leland

Or how Leland knew Boris

Or it may just be Zil putting the three of them (himself, Boris, and Leland) in a hangar then sit there chilling or making his reports while Boris and Leland experiencing one of the most awkward moment in their lives

Though we probably won't see Boris showing his awkwardness since he's too good at wearing his default bored expression, Leland, unfortunately, despite all his professional spy skills, can't hide his feelings good enough because he's facing a huge IL-76 that can EAT HIM WHOLE with his single turbine engine

@longjiaojiao their dynamic is so entertaining even I'm just thinking about it, and don't forget the stories about how Boris met Zil!

[flying-machine07]

Since Finn and Leland have known each other for so long, they're able to finish each other's sentences and can usually tell what the other is thinking

[badbugbotblood]

My personal headcanon is specifically 8 (TurboTime twins, the player avatar of Roadblasters and the 5 RB NPCs (enemy cars/motorcycles and the jet craft that delivers the player's rocket launcher at the start of the level)) - while TurboTime had stands, I really like the headcanon that the spectators weren't actually entities. TT was a really old game, and it wouldn't have had the resources for that many characters, even if the spectators had only the most rudimentary coding (the two NPCs it had were visually identical! Like there wasn't enough room to squeeze in even one more additional palette to differentiate the two. They aren't even named in canon!).

Sugar Rush is a much, much bigger and more technologically advanced console with better graphics and more space for idle animations and pre-programmed responses from the candy fans. I don't think TT could possibly have had anywhere near as lively of a world behind the screens. The spectators don't even exist anywhere outside of the victory cutscene (which in and of itself probably ate up a fair bit of TT's available resources), so I think they're more akin to cardboard cut-outs (they do move in the podium part of the cutscene, but as one big unit rather than with individual animations) than living beings. Stage-dressing to act as eye candy for the victorious Player and nothing more.

[nugulover69]

Big fan of Yamimura's lil sword-transporting spider friend

[afloweroutofstone]

Strongly convinced that this is one of the primary culprits behind a lot of the most harmful social trends of recent years. Obviously the decline of in-person socialization has been happening for about half a century now (see Bowling Alone), but the last five years have turbo-charged it in an unprecedented way.

Americans are spending less time with other people than in any other period for which we have trustworthy data, going back to 1965. Between that year and the end of the 20th century, in-person socializing slowly declined. From 2003 to 2023, it plunged by more than 20 percent, according to the American Time Use Survey, an annual study conducted by the Bureau of Labor Statistics. Among unmarried men and people younger than 25, the decline was more than 35 percent. Alone time predictably spiked during the pandemic. But the trend had started long before most people had ever heard of a novel coronavirus and continued after the pandemic was declared over. According to Enghin Atalay, an economist at the Federal Reserve Bank of Philadelphia, Americans spent even more time alone in 2023 than they did in 2021... Eroding companionship can be seen in numerous odd and depressing facts of American life today. Men who watch television now spend seven hours in front of the TV for every hour they spend hanging out with somebody outside their home. The typical female pet owner spends more time actively engaged with her pet than she spends in face-to-face contact with friends of her own species. Since the early 2000s, the amount of time that Americans say they spend helping or caring for people outside their nuclear family has declined by more than a third. Self-imposed solitude might just be the most important social fact of the 21st century in America. Perhaps unsurprisingly, many observers have reduced this phenomenon to the topic of loneliness. In 2023, Vivek Murthy, Joe Biden’s surgeon general, published an 81-page warning about America’s “epidemic of loneliness,” claiming that its negative health effects were on par with those of tobacco use and obesity. A growing number of public-health officials seem to regard loneliness as the developed world’s next critical public-health issue. The United Kingdom now has a minister for loneliness. So does Japan. But solitude and loneliness are not one and the same. “It is actually a very healthy emotional response to feel some loneliness,” the NYU sociologist Eric Klinenberg told me. “That cue is the thing that pushes you off the couch and into face-to-face interaction.” The real problem here, the nature of America’s social crisis, is that most Americans don’t seem to be reacting to the biological cue to spend more time with other people. Their solitude levels are surging while many measures of loneliness are actually flat or dropping. A 2021 study of the widely used UCLA Loneliness Scale concluded that “the frequently used term ‘loneliness epidemic’ seems exaggerated.” Although young people are lonelier than they once were, there is little evidence that loneliness is rising more broadly today. A 2023 Gallup survey found that the share of Americans who said they experienced loneliness “a lot of the day yesterday” declined by roughly one-third from 2021 to 2023, even as alone time, by Atalay’s calculation, rose slightly. Day to day, hour to hour, we are choosing this way of life—its comforts, its ready entertainments. But convenience can be a curse. Our habits are creating what Atalay has called a “century of solitude.” This is the anti-social century. Over the past few months, I’ve spoken with psychologists, political scientists, sociologists, and technologists about America’s anti-social streak. Although the particulars of these conversations differed, a theme emerged: The individual preference for solitude, scaled up across society and exercised repeatedly over time, is rewiring America’s civic and psychic identity. And the consequences are far-reaching—for our happiness, our communities, our politics, and even our understanding of reality.

[sukunasteeth]

Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike

You lost a bet. 

That’s ultimately how you ended up here.  

"Hey," Sukuna is calling your attention to him, sitting on his motorcycle with a spare helmet outstretched in your direction. "Put it on."

The sun was just starting to set behind him on the horizon, casting him in this warm orange flavored glow that was almost comforting. Almost. 

"'Kuna, maybe this is a bad idea." You stay where you are a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Maybe you should go to the meetup by yourself-"

He interrupts you with one call of your name, effectively silencing you. He raises a brow.

"C'mere," He's smirking at you, seeing your unease as a challenge. Like he always did. 

"No, totally, I would. It's just-I- " You can't find the words to deny him. They don't come to you anymore. Your heart aims to please him in everything but your body is frozen in fear. Your brain scrambles to produce something- any kind of lie under his lion-like gaze. "I just remembered that Yuji asked me to do something with him-"

"Yuji's with his goth boyfriend." Sukuna rolls his eyes, quickly swapping the helmet to his other hand and leaning across the short distance between you to grasp your wrist instead. He tugs you closer to him, until your shoe is nearly touching the tire of his bike.

He's grinning up at you, with that convincing little squint to his eyes.

"Chicken shit." He accuses.

You gape at him.

"I am not afraid of your little motor bike, okay?"

"Then put the helmet on, Braveheart." He shoves said helmet into your hands and releases it before you can say no to fully grasping its weight. You fumble with it, trying not to let the piece of equipment slip to the asphalt, it felt expensive and heavy with quality, just as a lot of Sukuna's things did.

When you finally have it secured to your chest, safe and sound, you pale at the thought of the next step. 

Now, Sukuna was nothing if not a gentleman. You knew that. But, he also was constantly toeing the line of gentleman and... complete and utter vagrant menace. He would come over to your apartment after a meetup like the one the two of you were going to, with wind whipped cheeks and adrenaline clearly glimmering in his eyes. Occasionally, he would even ask you if you had a spare tarp so that he could cover his bike in case the police came around the neighborhood looking for a similar one.

Being in one of his turbo kitted cars was different. If there was an accident, it wasn't just between you, the heavy leather jacket Sukuna had bought you, and the rough merciless asphalt of the street.

You're staring down at the helmet like it's a death sentence when Sukuna calls for your eyes again, his hand coming up to caress the back of your arm with a gentle, coaxing touch. He ushers you until you're within his airspace, creating a timeless bubble where only the two of you exist. 

You’re slightly guilty when you look up at him. You hated questioning Sukuna, especially when it came to something like your safety, which he would never put at risk, but you can't help the nerves curdling in your stomach.

His gaze melts into something similar to sympathy, still slightly amused with you. 

"Why're you scared?” He wants to know. He knows just which soft and low tone of voice to use on you- to make every secret you have come rushing to the surface, desperate to please him just like the rest of you was. 

"Scared? Of a stick with two wheels that can go in between cars that weigh literal tons while riding at a speed of 120 miles per hour? No. No, why would I be scared?"

"120 miles per hour?" He repeats, cocking a brow at you. "And put my little chicken shit in danger? Are you insane?"

You bite your lip. 

“Can we go slow?” 

Sukuna merely laughs, turning back towards his bike and turning the key to kick start the ignition. The time for conversation was clearly over. 

“Put it on.” ~

Sukuna actually does go at a reasonable speed for the majority of the time. You get used to the feeling of the wind gliding over every inch of you, hissing so loudly in your ears that all other sounds become moot. It’s almost like white noise. 

Sukuna’s body is warm and sturdy against your front, and you press more of yourself than needed into him, just to be closer. Occasionally he’ll reach down and squeeze your thigh or point something out for you to look at, but otherwise he lets you take in the scenery at an easy pace. 

After an hour of riding, you may very well say it was comforting on the bike. 

At least, until you get to a long stretch of highway, that is. Empty and wide as it is long. A highway to some rural part of the city you had never been to before. 

Sukuna taps your knee, and then reaches up and tightens your hold on his waist. It was a signal. 

“Wait-” Even if Sukuna could hear you past the helmets, the unrelenting wind, and the roar of the motorcycle beneath you, he didn’t give you a chance to say much. 

The bike climbs speed as your heartbeat climbs in speed and if it weren’t for the helmet, it would be impossible to breathe easy with the wind whisking around you in such a flurry. Your thighs press into Sukuna’s, and you peek over his shoulder at the speedometer to watch it hit 95. It felt so much faster to you. It felt like you were flying. 

You can’t help the giggles that escape you as exhilaration plucks them out of you. 

Fear had long since revealed itself as excitement to you, and Sukuna could tell in the way you would kick your feet as he revved the engine that you were on the same page now. 

By the time the two of you make it to the meetup, you’re buzzing like a ball of electricity. Sukuna parks the bike, kicks the stand out, and immediately turns around to unclasp your helmet first. 

You tear it off of you, barely containing yourself long enough for him to remove his own before you're winding your arms around his neck. Giggles are still leaking out of you and into his ear, which is searing cold beneath your lips. 

“I told you you’d like it.” He chuckles, leaning backwards into you and forcing you to be the one to keep the both of you upright. You use your free hand to pull on his hood, forcing him back even further until you can press a kiss to his prideful smile.  

“That was fun.” You whisper.

“Good.” He whispers back, grabbing his keys from the ignition without moving his head from your grasp. “You’re drivin’ us home.” 

[kei-maki]

@secretly-larry-daley THIS IS WTF WE WERE TALKING ABOUTTTT

This shiny motherfucker seemed genuinely prepared to die in this scene with a relative sense of happiness. His expressions make the whole situation seem bitter-sweet to him.

'Wait for me, Leland. I'm on my way.'

[metalpincer]

Felix and Turbo have a conversation I like how u can see the art quality continuously degrade the longer it goes on lol

[dcmcboxers]

My shout-out to queer youtubers

Hbombs list was great but obviously not comprehensive. I watch a lot of video essayists and wanted to give a little love to the smaller channels that fall under the radar. Please feel free to add to this list!

let's talk about stuff/Sarah Zedig

If you've seen Jesse Gender's videos on the Matrix movies you may already be familiar with Sarah. She does excellent film and culture analysis with a lot of great conversations on paratext and outside influence in engaging with text. Her video on Tunic is one of my favorites.

Pamphleteer

No one makes videos like hers, which has the side effect making them a bit hard to describe. I will link one of my favorites which describes the disconnected temporality of being older when you discover you're queer.

Turbo Queer

Really really under watched channel. Skylar covers a lot of topics from video games, to anarchist history and modern events, to autistic life, to current politics. For a fun one check out her video on the SpongeBob strike episode.

Kaz Rowe

Kaz does a fantastic job examining modern myths and manufactured history primarily pertaining to western Europe, Victorian & Edwardian England, and 1800-1900s US. And of course, talking about historical queerness in all its ambiguities and evolutions. I highly recommend their video on Weimar Germany.

drapetomania

drapetomania interrogates the politics of low class and high class art and entertainment from a queer and Black perspective. Their art history videos alone cover many angles of white supremacist history I haven't seen anyone else discuss and I'm very excited to see more from them. They are also a very under viewed channel that more people should see!

I am error

Evelynn's channel primarily discusses video games in a presentation style and voice most similar to Action Button reviews. There's something just a bit more personal here though. I hesitate to say cozy since that word has a bit of an infantilizing connotation, maybe comforting is closer. She puts an immense amount of thought and empathy into the experience of playing video games and the personal narratives we build with them.

Swolesome

For more transmasc perspectives there's Swolesome. He has a lot of interesting insights into the more traditionally masculine and "broish" communities like fitness as well as commentary on recent trans issues.

Shonalika

Music, disability, and aggressively non-binary. Their video on gender presentation in heavy metal was really insightful. I would also check out the video "Why I Wear Gloves" for more insight on invisible disabilities.

Vivian Strange

Vivian delights in being a bit of a contrarian- something I really appreciate. She's probably going to challenge you and you're probably going to disagree at times, which is what makes her channel so important. Her video on Marquis De Sade is powerful and a must watch (if you can stomach the subject material, although I would encourage you to try). I haven't seen her most recent video on Saw yet but I am extremely excited to.

[renthony]

Every time the Olympics come around, there's another shitty situation where an athlete is subjected to invasive testing and a media circus. There's an inevitable surge of intersexism, packaged right alongside plenty of transphobia and racism.

And as a chronically-fatigued and disabled intersex person, I just want to give everyone a quick reminder that "intersex" is not a synonym for "athletic turbo-boost," and you also need to stop thinking of intersex people as "cis people with a weird sad disorder." Intersex traits are neither a superpower nor a tragedy.

There's been a lot of posts on my feed over the past couple of days that boil down to, "ha ha, transphobes think they know what trans people look like, but they always identify disordered cis people as trans instead," and it's...tiring. Intersex people get hit with violent transphobia constantly, on top of the intersexism, but when we talk about it, we get accused of being transphobes ourselves. Then trans people turn around and use intersex people as a cheap rhetorical device and a punchline against transphobes, and it just...it fuckin' feels bad, y'all.

Be mindful of the ways you talk about intersex traits and intersex people, and be mindful of who you're centering in conversations about intersexism. Be mindful of whether you're only bringing up intersex news and issues to discuss trans people. Be mindful of whether you're listening to intersex people even when there isn't an Olympic athlete being put under cruel scrutiny.

[taffywabbit]

every time dilbert gets mentioned in a conversation/post i think about how hilarious it is that scott adams turned out to be such a deranged alt-right fuckwit, considering the fact that his comics indisputably radicalized me against capitalism as a kid and probably did so earlier than anything else

like there IS some pretty iffy stuff in dilbert for sure (particularly a lot of casual misogyny and xenophobia), and it definitely increased over time as the author got more edgy and self-important. i don't think i read anything from later than like 2003 and it was already starting to get pretty unreadable by then - LONG before he started openly being a turbo-racist podcaster weirdo. but the earlier stuff (especially before there were a lot of established recurring characters or running gags) was largely just a satirical cartoon focused on how corporations are evil and exploitative, and how you'd have to be completely detached from reality to truly enjoy working for them, and how trying to climb the ladder of success is a futile pursuit within a capitalist society where the upper class needs to keep pulling that ladder up behind them to keep the rest of us in our place and maintain their own status. it was basically vent art by a guy stuck working in mind-numbing desk jobs, who barely knew how to draw but just wanted to get his thoughts out and reach other people who were frustrated in the same ways he was. it's really weird but also fascinating to compare that to how it (and adams himself) ended up in the long run

i don't think it was particularly funny most of the time, and when it did have actual jokes, they were often pretty mean-spirited and/or cynical. i don't remember more than one or two specific bits from the comic that actually ever made me laugh, and i read a LOT of them as a kid (my grandpa had a massive collection of newspaper comic compilation books at his house that he'd let me look through and borrow stuff from - this is also how i discovered garfield and calvin & hobbes). but i DO remember having it instilled in me from an early age that there was nothing really exciting or praiseworthy about grinding your life away for a company that profits off your skilled labor and gives you pennies in return - which is especially noteworthy considering i was also raised by mormons, who are famously all about that "nobility in suffering" and "work your way to heaven" type bullshit. i'm genuinely unsure how this happened

anyways i think scott adams would probably piss his pants and explode if he ever took a break from peddling his psychic penis hypnosis and killer burrito podcasts long enough to seriously think about any of this stuff. (and i hope he does. it would be funnier than anything he's ever written.)

[newoctopus]

So I’m only on episode 150 of Detective Conan and I mean obviously we know that Gin and Vodka were at Tropical Land for ✨Big Criminal Activity✨ but like… that doesn’t explain?? Why they were on the roller coaster??? Before that??

Like I hope they never explain it because currently I’m living with the full belief that these two very scary very powerful turbo criminals who are shown to be the most intimidating motherfuckers ever(tm) had a pre-crime conversation and decided to go to the amusement park at least an hour and a half early to go on a roller coaster in full black trench coats. Just for fun.

Girl that is so funny, like later we’re definitely going to do a drug deal or something and maybe commit teenager homicide but first I think we might have enough time to sneak a couple of rides in and eat a churro. Maybe do that balloon popping game if we’re lucky. Fucking incredible. Iconic as hell. No one correct me if this isn’t true I do NOT want to know.

[kiame-sama]

Ruggie: is hungry

MC: feeds him

Ruggie: is this a mate?

But yeah, every time Ruggie gets a human meal, he questions more and more why his ancestors/species ate humans when they could eat with them as he does.

Ruggie knows the Human can cook and he will be begging at their door every breakfast and every dinner. Lunch is more difficult because he knows those other overly protective students would not allow him to get close to the Human. He has already told Grammy Bucchi that he has found the best cook in Twisted Wonderland and she is encouraging him to see if the Human would be willing to come to the slums where his Cackle lives and feeding them this heavenly food.

Ruggie is thrilled Grammy is on board and he very much wishes the Human would teach him to cook. Should the Human ever actually start teaching cooking classes, Ruggie will be the first to sign up and will be willing to steal the sign up sheet so no one else can attend. He will allow Leona to sign up, but that's it. You gotta pry that sheet out of his cold lifeless grippers to add your name and that means catching Ruggie first. Ruggie is not easy to catch and his teeth/claws aren't for show.

Ruggie has also learned that his whooping and cackling draws the Human's attention quickly- likely because the Human is now attuned to Ruggie and Grim's vocalizations due to feeling somewhat responsible for them- so he will start cackling just to get the Human to look at him. Every conversation and every meal makes Ruggie angry that his own kind was so ready to eat Humans on sight instead of just letting the Humans cook a delicious meal for everyone.

His tail wags turbo speed the moment Idia and the Human figure out how to make fried foods- hands free because Idia refuses to let the Human play with hot oil of any kind- and the Human makes donuts. The sweet and soft squish of the fried dough paired with icings of various flavors will make this Gnoll weep to the very Gods for daring to take Humans away. He NEEDS to be the taste tester and he finds his tail wagging every time he thinks of the soft Human that feeds him with regularity.